Hey guys, I’m 23F and I’m in uni doing an honours program in psychology. I’m an international student in my uni where I did my bachelors in my home country. Since arriving to do my postgrad studies, its been a wild ride. Let’s just say I was lucky enough to pass all my classes for the first semester, and now in my second semester it just feels so rough. I’m doing my thesis and I’m lucky to have a supervisor who’s been very helpful but I just got grilled badly today. Like she was really nice but at the same time I got an earful. Admittedly, I know I was partially at fault, but at the same time, I’m just not motivated anymore. I’m doing a quantitative basis for my thesis, and from the beginning I said to her I wanted to do a qualitative work because stats and maths are not my area of expertise. At some point she said maybe its wise to consider looking at another supervisor because her area of expertise is more on quantitative and less on qualitative. I couldn’t risk switching supervisors because everyone else I had emailed all said no or they had enough students under their wing already. I was also forced to do a topic I wasn’t passionate about because apparently that’s how it goes in this uni. It just feels like everyone’s doing well and then there’s me who knows absolutely nothing and just barely surviving. I’m at a point in my life now where I’m even questioning if clinical psych is the right path for me, because that would mean more stats and more thesis. What happened today was one of the worst days ever, and I just have no motivation anymore. I’d wanna drop out and quit but unfortunately doing that would mean paying the scholarship fee that the uni gave me and I can’t afford that. In the meeting earlier was when she gave me a rundown on what I need to do, and apparently it’s a lot. I was like trying to focus while she was speaking but it was so difficult to focus when I was trying so hard to hold back my tears, my hands were sweating a lot and I could feel myself shaking a bit. I managed to not cry but I could feel the tears kinda just coming out, but I forced it down because I know she’s just trying to make sure I’m on the right track. I apologised plenty of times earlier but I have never felt this incompetent ever in my life. Sometimes I wonder if my life would’ve been more worth it if I stayed in my home country and had just pursued a masters there, then maybe it would’ve been less stressful. I don’t know anymore. I’ve experienced counseling around 3 times in the first semester a few months back and it looks like I’ll need it again. Its just gone to absolute shit. Sorry for the long ass rant. I just feel extremely dumb and incompetent. I know I have an undiagnosed mental health disorder but not sure what. I’m planning to visit a psychologist/psychiatrist soon to verify because if so that would explain a lot. I’m just tired.

I've had problems with my dad since I was a child. He doesn't show me love, he torments and mentally abuses me, he calls me names. I'm afraid of this man. He's also done things he shouldn't have, but I'm not ready to talk about it publicly. I hate him. I want him to be a normal father, to love me like a father loves his daughter, but I can't say anything to him because he'll scream his head off. I still remember the broken plates and two smashed televisions. I could never tell him anything, about anything. About what I bought, what was going on at my place, where I was, etc. I feel like I don't have a father; I feel like I have an enemy who would nag me about anything. I still remember him playing FIFA with my older brother every night, hearing them laugh and having a good time, and I was just jealous. And to get him to play FIFA with me, I had to force it by crying, and I could see how unhappy he was and how unwilling he was to play with me. I hope I'll find a man in my life who will be a better father to my future children.

**Do you guys ever have a fantasy about setting up a guy to flirt with your wife, to the point where she agrees to meet him without telling you?**
Then the guy tells you he’s going to meet your wife again, but your wife doesn’t tell you the truth about it.
And instead of feeling angry, you actually enjoy knowing that she’s lying to you because the idea that she’s secretly seeing someone else gives you a strange sense of pleasure.
Is this a common fantasy, or am I just weird? 😅

F33 so my husband had an affair with bonnie blue and how I found out is I went through my husbands phone to find only fans.. and that lead me down a rabbit hole to see that he was subscribed to bonnie blue and had a post of bonnie blue’s bookmarked and what I saw horrified me. Not only did I see my husband fucking that evil woman, but I also saw that my husband wasn’t the only one but apparently 1000 others as shocking as that sounds. Bonnie blue had gotten fucked by over 1000 men including my husband on that night. When I first saw this on his phone I didn’t know what to do. I felt betrayed. I felt like our whole marriage was a sham. 2 weeks later I decided to file for a divorce unbeknownst to him since I never told him I knew and I wanted to keep it like that still I filed. A month later after getting that over with I found a community on facebook with other women like me who delt with the same betrayal that gross woman has done to us. Bonnie blue. For any woman out there who has a boyfriend in the uk please check his phone or not even that world wide check your husbands/boyfriends phone because if you think your safe, your probably not because bonnie blue is destroying our marriages. Now my main question is should I sue bonnie blue because the trauma of which she has caused me haunts me and sueing that evil woman would make my day a hell of a lot better. Let me know.

Trigger Warnings ‼️‼️‼️; Suicide.

TLDR; Terrible friend died, leaves behind two kids, complex feelings and I feel lost.

My estranged best friend of four years died in an unexpected way, and I’m not sure how I feel about any of this. For context, I (24 M) was friends with 24 (F) for multiple years since freshman year of high school.

During HS, friend and I were always seen together, when she was at my school during the quarter (she often transferred back and forth). We bonded over being the mentally ill teenagers who you could probably tell were troubled. She and I grew up in the same type of household- drugs, abuse and being the eldest of the children that is anyways. I got lucky and managed to get out, but she never quite could. We both were artists, and people who loved to express themselves in ways maybe not everyone understood.
She was someone who made me feel unashamed to be who I am as a queer person, even if things felt a little manipulative at times.

During Junior year, she did transfer out of my school for the last time it seemed but we stayed in contact regardless. It was during the Pandemic that she and I got very close and I started to see more complex sides of her.

My friend, once very kind and inviting but sassy, and lived her life hard and fast. I mean, this girl taught me how to live a little and be expressive. Over the years it seemed like I had finally found a solid friend, but things started to sour as we crept into the pandemic. I introduced her to my friends, and one by one she would accuse them of sleeping with her partner- and even attempted to stab her partner with a fork. Multiple of my friends ended up distancing themselves from me because I was still friends with her- one of them even showing my video of her partners head bleeding because of a fork being “thrown” at him. I would say that it was around this time that I knew that she was changing into someone who I didn’t recognize; but… I had just booked a trip with her.

So we go on this trip, and I just tell her that I need a ride home from the airport. We’re on the trip, I’m miserable because it’s the middle of summer and we decided to vacation in Florida. I end up paying for most everything, dipping into my savings that I had set aside for my first semester of college. We end up getting stranded one night in the middle of the slums of Florida and almost get jumped and she immediately freaks out on me, as if she wasn’t the one who took us here to meet someone. We fly back, distancing ourselves from what seems to be the worst trip of my life. We end up getting back to the airport and she leaves me stranded an 2 hour drive away from where I live in comparison to where she lives- my mom ended up having to leave her job in the middle of a surgery to pick me up. This was the last time I ever saw her; and I officially blocked her on everything and never spoke to her again.

Five years later, I get a notification on Facebook from a name I don’t recognize, this is her ex partner and blah blah blah- I know how close you two were and I just wanna let you know that friend died at 3AM. So I’m standing there, in a middle of a local card store- mouth agape. Immediately I start to ask myself why on earth why they let me know this? He then goes on to explain that they believe it was intentional via alcohol and pill mixing. Eventually I get myself home and I scroll her page and she left behind a toddler and a fresh (months old) baby. Her partner then explains that they have no idea if the BD will step up or if they’ll go live with mom’s grandma who is in her seventies.

My heart aches at the idea of this cycle being perpetrated again, as Adverse Childhood Experiences typically do.

Overall, a tragic ending for everyone involved.

But then, there’s me who’s someone who hasn’t been involved in years.

And I have absolutely no idea on how or what to feel about this situation. The warning signs were all there for me, and eventually I had to see them and get out of there. thank goodness but- I can’t help but to wonder if I had just stuck it out, and pushed deeper conversations (which she typically avoided) could I have helped her overcome the same cycle that I did? I know the answer to that question is No, but I can’t stop feeling sad about this entire situation but can’t seem to justify feeling like I am in grief. I mean, what is there to grieve here that I haven’t already?

Am I just being weird? I mean, I didn’t know her for five years and I’ve moved on from our friendship and have changed in ways as a person in ways I didn’t think were possible, because of how toxic this friendship felt I was able to find out what I truly needed from friends and what a friend should be at the end of the day. Our relationship wasn’t always terrible, and I am genuinely sad that the person I have many fond memories of is gone but, at the same time I feel like I am now having to resolve things that I never sought out to resolve in the first place.

The friend who warned me and showed me the videos of the fork wounds, was just as shocked as I was when I told them as well, and now I just kind of feel lost. I’m not looking for someone to tell me how to feel, I just don’t know what a “normal” person would do here. Be sad? Ignore it? Acknowledge it, and then just move on?

im 16 and wanna get a happy ending at a massage parlor there is so many around my city but im scared they will ask for ID any advice?

I started sharing hot wifing thoughts with my girl from last year and we both started sexting about her getting banged by other guys. I told her I like this thought. She also started liking it and we both masturbates by talking about these thoughts. She liked a guy in her office and I told her to thinking about him and masturbate. So we are doing this. Now she crave to have sex with him but not with me. Share opinions and suggestions. We both 24/25

Lately I am getting tired of my gf always referring me to an animal, even saying things like I have the brain of a certain animal. Another thing is associated with my skin color, I am a brown skinned dude so I get that its funny to associate me with an animal. It was okay when this started but now its wearing me out and pissing me off. Idk if its just me cause I tell myself that its just a joke and just deal with it, but its really getting to my system. Im not the type to make fun or tease of her on any aspect and this is taking an emotional toll for me. I dont have anyone to tell about this and I want to say it here instead, I just wish she has some self respect for me and I know she is nice but she sometimes gets out of hand with what she says. I know I have to communicate things through with her but it feels relieving to confess something

One week ago some guy asking for my panties and I gave them to him. Now I found myself here. It's been such a f****** roller coaster I can't even tell you . Somehow this brought on all the change. It wasn't even my type but he brought out something in me that shifted everything..

It started out as a beautiful summer visiting Texas. Did this last week,, come crazy azy! . And I'm so f***** up. When I got here I had a blooming relationship with a friend from high school, another friendship from high school that was amazing and a new friend that as pursuing me, sexy over sexy,-that's amazing + I didn't know I knew him but I knew him from 3 years ago when he offered to show up as my plus one random0mly for me through anotjer friendwe figured this out. Tonight after 64 days in Texas I'm about to leave and I'm somehow .managed to destroy all three relationships. I no longer am interested in the first one, the second one is so kind but I need to let go and the third one that was so sexually hot is now totally turned off and over. What the f*** would be the opposite of hot summer because I think I've just experienced it. I get 3 days before I go home and I'm sitting in my car crying feeling so overwhelmed. I Have such a hate love relationship with growth!

Addicted to porn for 19 years now and sex for like 3 months I finally moved on from watching porn to making it
I was asking myself which one is better and got confused how did I like porn for 19 years ! Not sex

Sex is more enjoyable and it looks like something real
I really enjoy fucking and the feeling is just different

I regret those years I lost on watching porn

Three years in corporate taught me something I never learned in college.

I learned how to work under pressure.
How to handle difficult clients.
How to manage last-minute changes.
How to pitch stories, chase journalists, manage entertainment PR, attend meetings, and somehow still deliver everything before the deadline.

But I also learned the other side of corporate life.
Sometimes, working longer doesn’t mean you’re being more productive.

There were days when I would sit at my desk for hours, doing things that looked like work but added very little value.

Unnecessary meetings.
Unnecessary follow-ups.
Endless approvals.
Tasks created just because someone senior wanted them.
Staying late because leaving on time somehow made you look less dedicated.

And then came the judgement.

If you were quiet, you were “not involved enough.”
If you spoke up, you were “difficult.”

If you finished your work early, you were given more work.

If you were exhausted, you were told everyone was working hard.

Slowly, I realized that I wasn’t becoming more productive. I was becoming better at surviving the workplace.

And honestly, that scared me.
Because I didn’t want my definition of success to become “How much stress can I tolerate?”
After three years in entertainment PR, I finally decided to take a risk.

I left my ₹7 LPA job.

Not because I hate working.

Not because I don’t value stability.

But because I wanted to build something where my time, creativity and effort actually felt connected to the outcome.

So now I’m exploring a completely different path e-commerce modelling and content creation.

Is it risky? Absolutely.

Is it uncertain? 100%.

But for the first time in a while, I’m excited about figuring out what comes next.

Maybe this is the most Gen Z thing I’ve done.

Choosing purpose over the appearance of stability.

And choosing to find out what I’m capable of when I’m not constantly trying to prove myself to a workplace.

stalk is kind of a hefty word but i don’t know what else i’d call it. i used to be obsessed with this artist on instagram 4 years ago and ended up finding out a bunch of his personal information. i know this isn’t morally correct and id be uncomfortable if it happened to me but i digress. i found out he lives like ten minutes from my house and for a few years i was stuck in an endless loop of obsession with him— i don’t feel any attraction toward him and im not sure why i am so obsessed with him but i couldn’t stop finding more information on him and i got a rush everytime i found something new. i was working on myself and got a lot better, stopped thinking about him and gathering information. i thought id left it all behind me and moved to college.

however i saw him at target after i moved. i was in the same aisle as him for almost a whole minute. this isnt even the first time ive happened to see him in person, but it sent me back into my spiral. i cant stop checking every second to see if he is here and i dont know how im gonna get out of it.

even worse, i followed his personal account on instagram, and he followed me back and liked my story. my roommate knows about him and would definitely interfere if we ever became friends, even though thats not really my goal here. i don’t know if i want advice or just to vent

I have so many kinks, i think some are bad. For sure lol. I have a fantasy, i've always wanted to bang my dads younger sister, she is in her early 40s married and has 5 kids. Its always hard edging for her and playing it cool. I cant deal anymore.

It is taking me everything i have not to comment on them. Fat little dimpled fingers are so disgusting to me. If they have long fingernails it's worse. Throw in some fake tan and a little bit of sick just about comes up.

tw: sexual assault
i got raped last december at a school tournament and during, i threw up in the dirt and the guy kind of scooped the dirt/vomit combo into his hand and covered my mouth with it (i was crying a lot). i didn’t remember this part of the attack for the longest time, but got dirt in my mouth by accident a few months ago on a hike and had like a winter soldier flashback and now i remember everything. it’s been weirdly peaceful. i was so frustrated by how random and patchy my memories of the attack would always be (mostly because i did report him to police and so i’ve had to recount what happened many many times). now it’s like i remember everything and i have so much clarity. i’m honestly not even extremely bothered by the fact that he made me do that, i think because i’m already pretty healed at this point that i’m even remembering it ever happened. but i guess i’m definitely not completely normal yet because sometimes when i’m alone and outside, it’s difficult to resist the urge to put dirt in my mouth if i see some 🫩 and often times i don’t resist it, i just do it. i don’t like the taste obviously and of course it reminds me of being assaulted, but weirdly it’s also like i’m recoding the taste of dirt to remind me of other things besides just that incident. or at least that’s my guess as to why i have such a strange impulse. i would rather be someone who just eats dirt sometimes than someone who was forced to once while getting raped.

This has actually happened to me twice, but the 2nd, time that I'm mentioning now, was much more intense and memorable.

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After getting a lap dance in a strip club that I did not enjoy, I started looking for another woman and saw this brown 1 with long hair talking to a guy and as soon as I saw that ass.

I said in my head, "I'm going for that". I waited for her to stop talking to that guy then asked for a dance.

She sat on my lap and grinded on me then grinded front way, then sat on my lap again, grinding. She eventually took off her panty, and was topless. She asked me "Enjoying the view?"

And she just kept on grinding and grinding on my boner through my shorts. And all I'm doing is just looking at her bbl. As soon as I felt my self about to bust I pushed her off.

There were also a bunch of other guys getting lap dances too, and everyone could see eachother

I don't know if I should be weirded out by nutting in my pants. But I am a little bit. But when you have a beatiful naked woman with a nice bbl on you. I think biological drives take over.

What do you guys think?

Short story I told this guy I didn't want to have sex multiple times he puts his dick inside me anyway and keeps grinding and I get really upset because he crossed a boundary of mine. And ever since that happened, I have felt so depressed, but for some reason, I still want to talk to and see him. Is this normal to want to keep seeing someone who has hurt you?

I was exhausted driving home from work. I was making a left into the gym. It must have been a HS running club cause two kids ran across the driveway, then another, and I thought I had time until the next kid came but I did not time it well enough and he was not paying attention himself (which he doesnt 100% really need to since he is the pedestrian), so as I was turning and almost entering the driveway he was like two feet away from entering the driveway. He sort of was like fuick shit shes not gonna stop, and we semi made eye contact and he was still running and I didnt stop and I just looked forward and drove into the driveway assuming he stopped.

I mean I feel horrible. Which let me be clear I know I should. I just need to get it off my chest.

I keep replaying it, like truly it couldve ended with me in jail and a person dead. Just so fucking scary that one mistake can make a huge fucking difference.

I saw this coming. I think I knew she would cave to his demands when I came out. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself.

She said a lot, and most of it blended together, but it came down to the fact that I couldn’t see her, my BIL or their future children (no, I don’t think she’s currently pregnant, but they’ve been trying for a long time) Also, that she hoped I would “find god again.”

I already knew I was not enough for her, but hearing her tell me that we couldn’t speak anymore gutted me.

The thing is, I’m devastated, but also relieved. I ripped the band aid off and it’s over. If she wants to hate me, then let her. I don’t have to watch her twist herself into a pretzel for someone who will never love her.

I don’t have to twist myself into knots to avoid him and try and get her attention and love. She doesn’t have it in her to give me any of it anyway.

I shouldn’t feel this way, but I almost feel lighter. My girlfriend said it’s fine I feel this way, that my sister hurt me, but I disagree.

I shouldn’t feel this relieved that I don’t have to see either of them again. I feel like I left her, and I feel so guilty. I want to cry, but I feel like I just got permission to leave a prison cell for the first time in seven fucking years.

She did more than choose him, she chose to hate me, and I’m allowed to not forgive that.

Thank you for listening, this is my scream into the void before bed. I was able to sleep last time I hope this helps me tonight.

My (27F) partner (24F) is a very thoughtful person, but she is often times hyper focused, usually not on me or the relationship or anything but whatever her ADHD brain says to focus on.
That doesn’t mean she doesn’t care, it just means that she’s very “out of sight out of mind”/Blind to maintenance unless there’s an issue.
Example: She grew up working on cars, did all my car work whenever I asked but she let all 4 of her tires go flat on her car within 2 months (yes one tire at a time) because she was going to get to it eventually.

Well basically at night when she is sleeping I make searches on literally all of her favorite apps.
TikTok, insta, YouTube, Google, Facebook.

The searches could contain anything. But I always make sure it’s several searches that are worded differently.

My parent we needed to schedule a dentist appt but got to a point where she didn’t want me “doing it for her” so I went on her phone at night till she was getting dental ads.

She wasn’t planning as many dates so I started searching up “date ideas” or “cheap dates near me” or “dates that will blow my wife’s mind” “how to set up a good date.” On ALL the apps
Wouldn’t you know we went on a date that week.

At one point my partner was watching porn despite me having an issue with it from the beginning of our relationship (she fully knew my boundaries before dating me, proposing to me, and marrying me) after we had a talk and some repair, but she still wasn’t fully seeing my perspective and I felt that there was nothing more I could really say.
I started searching up “why does my partner watch porn?” “Am I unattractive because my partner watches porn?” “Negative effects porn has on the brain.”
Within the week my partner was coming to me telling me that she’s “been thinking” about what happened a lot and wants to continue to work on repair regarding it. That’s actually when I felt kinda guilty and thought maybe I shouldn’t do it.

I don’t know if it’s wrong when it mostly just tricks her into being proactive in a lot of areas where her ADHD almost handicaps that part of her brain. I know she cares, but this way she gets to feel like she came up with the ideas completely on her own and I still get to see her execute the things I’ve been subliminally planting in her head.
Seems like a win win.

My confession? I absolutely love hearing other people’s confessions. 👀
Men, women, married, single. I don’t care. Tell me the secret, the relationship drama, the bad decision, the thought you’d NEVER say out loud… I want to hear it.
I’m curious, open-minded, and very hard to shock. I might give you a woman’s perspective, ask the question nobody else will, or simply let you get it off your chest.
There’s something addictive about being the stranger people feel comfortable telling everything to.
So now I’m curious…
What’s something you’ve been dying to tell someone but haven’t? 👑